Gypsy scrutinizes verses, asks you to explain what they mean to you. "Nothing.. " you say after a long, frustrated silence. "Absolutely nothing. All I can tell you is that I feel like an.. entity.. is stalking me through my dreams. Even though I can only see her silhouette she feels like some type of beautiful enchantress, a succubus who wants to suck me dry." Rather than expressing surprise at coarse language gypsy rises, pulls tome from bookshelf, flips to page which contains exact same phrases from your dream. Legs wobble, room spins, you barely hear surreal tale which follows..

"Written in 1684 verses describe the Emerald Enchantress. " gypsy is saying. "Originally of human birthright Enchantress obtained sexual powers from an underworld emerald which had floated to Earth's surface. No woman should possess that much aphrodisiac strength. Celestial forces banished Enchantress from humanity but periodically she returns to Earth, looking to recapture fragments of emerald which splintered off from the main gemstone. You must examine your environment very carefully, remove any large green gemstones – emerald or not – because they are drawing the Enchantress to you. If you fail to do this she will invade your home, not just your dreams. Additionally, watch carefully for pale women – due to lack of sun exposure a true succubus has blonde hair, ivory skin, and blinding white sclerae.. "

Operating from a clandestine laboratory Dr. Danielle performs radical experimentation upon herself. Each day she ingests a carefully calibrated formula of phospholipids designed to seek out, obviate, destroy congenital abnormalities present in any living cell structure. On the morning of July 18 a powerful sense of agitation rocks the scientist's body. With tremulous hands she grasps sweaty, pounding cranium until roiling emotions subside. Refusing to ponder source of her own angst Dr. Danielle plows through scheduled activities, making a series of irksome, uncharacteristic mistakes. At precisely 3:10PM she pours daily dose of green, bubbling fluid down her throat. Electricity hums, time melts, neurons sizzle. Delayed realization hits the doctor: she has neglected to add a key neutralizing ingredient to the chemical cocktail! Suffused with desperate adrenaline Dr. Danielle rips lab coat from body and watches with mute horror as large breasts, shapely buttocks explode from beneath jeans and T-shirt, reducing the once baggy garments to shreds. Powerful carnal impulses overtake all self control. The formerly chaste researcher masturbates fiendishly, consumed with overwhelming desire to locate sex partners of the male gender..

Visceral rhymes cascade through Megababe's mind like pillars of dissolving salt. Untold months have elapsed since she has seen anything outside the holding chamber which confines her. Memories of a dark, desperate city - site of her ignominious capture - have assumed cartoonlike dimensions. No longer able to envision actual streets and structures Megababe can only summon stark, simplistic renderings into her brain. Does the corrupt metropolis still exist? Shrill buzzer violates Megababe's eardrums, wracks neurons with powerful vibrations, eliminates rogue thoughts. Lapsing into remote-controlled state the superheroine mutely follows orders of her master. With fervid movements she lactates swollen breasts until milk flows into detachable glass collection tubes. Unbeknownst to Megababe she carries one of he last fetuses on Earth, a creature who will help repopulate the planet now that universal forces have decimated most bastions of civiization..

For maybe six months She-Man (played by Amber Michaels) will capitalize upon Megababe's celebrity status, selling the captured superheroine to wealthy individuals with deviant sexual proclivities. Half a year of sadistic clientele, gangbangs, and rough usage will obliviate all traces of Megababe's illustrious pedigree. Subsequent stint on the massage parlor circuit will vanquish any remaining vitality. Ultimately Megababe will reside in a brothel where a bell rings every fifteen minutes, signalling the current customer to get off her body so the next one can climb aboard. For now, still succulent, Megababe lies in a tormented sleep. She-Man fingers the remote control device which dictates the prisoner's every movement..

Red bulbs flash, white light illuminates atmosphere, blue stars cartwheel through air at supersonic speeds. Megababe's hideaway shrinks in size, seeming to contract around her supple form and eject her from the premises. She hits the ground running. Scorched sidewalks, burnt rubber, flaming arrows lead to the site of an urgent distress call. High-heeled boots abruptly screech to a halt, but only too late does Megababe spot an insidious trap. Hours later the superheroine awakens. Short, intermittent bursts of light emanate from pieces of jewelry affixed to her wrists and neck. A large monitor blinks with an insane message: "Hey there, horny boys, want to have your way with Megababe? Pay the right price, and then play with me as your own living Barbie doll." Megababe knows that the necklace and bracelets are flooding her brain with a fiendish cacophany of pseudophrenic, neuro-impulse reuptake inhibitors. The mixed signals will scramble her senses and put her completely at the mercy of the diabolical fiend who controls their transmission. Unless she can break free the legendary crimefighter will soon be uttering the sentences on the monitor, effectively becoming a babbling, blackmarket sex doll for hire!

The king of a remote island nation offers several trunks of large, uncut gemstones in exchange for five American concubines. Eager to collect the booty a failed movie director studies rudimentary methods of mind control. He attends a Hollywood party, locates delightfully intoxicated prospect, lures her to hotel room. The gullible actress, believing the director can launch her career, allows him to coach her through a series of deep-breathing and tapping techniques. Soon the blonde ingenue is removing her dress, modelling lingerie, sucking a dildo, and priming her vagina for an onslaught of black cock..

Empty beer bottles and concentric rings of condensation decorate the surface of a rickety table. The kitchen of the low-budget hotel suite lacks utensils so Gwen #69 opens each bottle with her teeth. Spawned by reckless science she possesses a peculiar melange of both human and robotic capabilities. Of all the Gwen Stacy clones #69 has wallowed in despondency the longest. By now most others have either located agreeable sinecures within the solar system or else terminated their own existences with ruthless, mechanical precision. For the umpteenth time Gwen 69 descends into alcoholic oblivion whilst pondering her fate. More than anything she wants to distinguish herself from her numerous sisters. She drinks. Day turns to night. Suddenly an unbidden memory materializes on the periphery of her consciousness. She grows very still. It floats closer and closer before abruptly flooding her brain with the mathematical basis for an ancient identity transformation process. The stunning inspiration drives Gwen 69 to her feet. Unbridled enthusiasm prevents her from recalling the inherent risks of this newly illuminated but very dangerous historic practice..

Madge Grummond's husband tries desperately to please her. He toils each day from dawn til dusk so that he can afford to fund his wife's lavish lifestyle. They attend celebrity-studded charity events, travel the world, and redecorate their home every two years. Still, Madge complains bitterly. About everything. Finally Mr. Grummond breaks down and tells his best friend about the troubles at home. "Could Madge be drinking?" the friend asks. "Maybe some type of substance abuse is affecting her emotional state." Mr. Grummond freezes for a moment as he ponders the notion. "Madge? Drinking?" he says dubiously. "I never see any bottles around." His friend snorts derisively. "They can get sneaky. Believe me. Al Benson's wife used to dye her vodka blue and store it in a Windex bottle." The conversation ends, leaving Mr. Grummond to wonder about what type of clandestine activities might be occurring in his very own kitchen. The truth would rock him to the bone for, at that very moment, Madge (played by Tanya Danielle) is immersing herself in a project far more diabolical than anything her hubby could have imagined. Armed with a steaming beaker and a funnel the mad housewife carefully infuses a bottle of wine with an elixir guaranteed to turn anyone who drinks it into a mannequin. She has obtained this chemical agent from a plastics manufacturing company that engages in some extremely unethical practices. Why would she do this? Madge resents anyone who knows how to enjoy life. She seeks to destroy blithe, carefree individuals. Currently she has her sights set on Emily Addison, a beautiful socialite who has moved in next door. The bottle of cabernet is still smoking when Madge picks up the phone to invite Emily over for an afternoon libation..

Figure model Michelle Morris (played by Tanya Danielle) has little patience for what she refers to as "small shoots". The busty beauty always agrees to take $200-$300 modeling assignments when the offers arise, but she behaves like an insufferable prima donna at these bookings. She makes no secret of the fact that she desires more money, more adulation, and more illustrious surroundings. On a particularly bright Tuesday morning Michelle arrives for a job in Redondo Beach. Her reputation has preceded her and the photographer prepares for an avalanche of insults as he hands the notorious malcontent a sexy, black outfit and requests that she put it on. Michelle rolls her eyes and launches into a tirade that lasts for the entire five minutes that it takes her to change garments and perfect her hair and makeup. Basically, she has much better stuff to do and wants to finish this low-end project and get paid as quickly as possible. All of a sudden she stops speaking in the middle of a sentence. The photographer and his assistant seem to be laughing at her. Time stands still for a moment and the irate model has trouble making sense of the situation. Her head feels cloudy and a peculiar sense of lethargy seems to overwhelm her entire body. A dozen seemingly irrelevant thoughts flash across her brain, almost as if her life is flashing before her eyes. "Why are all of you laughing?" Michelle demands when she can once again formulate words. "Is something funny? What is so funny?" Nobody responds because all assembled - save the hapless Michelle herself - know that the bitchy blonde is slowly succumbing to a fiendish hex placed upon her by the man who has brought her here today. The photpgrapher's modern, daring voodoo magic will permanently transform Michelle's once supple flesh into an expanse of waxy plastic, the exact same material which comprises the shell of the average store-bought mannequin..

This raw, unedited footage from Tanya's popular Desert Freeze series contains all four segments of the classic freeze video production. Watch Dolls 100, 11, 357, 2020 meet their grim fates in the wintery Mojave Desert! Yes, arctic blasts do occur in the desert.